Ignore your instincts

For the first time since you learned to speak, you ignore the instinct to play it safe. A recklessness crosses your mind. You grin wildly, one eyebrow raised and leave out an audible laugh. Ms. Cabitza is the only person left in the room aside from yourself, making your laughter echo of the empty desks.

"Something you'd like to say?" she coaxes.

You approach like a trained tiger to a plate of food. Ms. Cabitza is a perfect fit. Both of you are about 5'9", perfect for staring into her eyes.

You say, "I would like nothing more than to lock that door, bend you over this desk, and fuck you like you've been wanting for a long, long time. I will take everything, short of screaming and running down the hallway to phone the authorities, as a resounding yes to this idea. 3... 2... 1..."